Knights of the Light

Said to go back to Percy to settle accounts, but Alan was not so impulsive.

He has no patience for what he doesn't like, but he has always been patient with what he needs.

With the help of illusion spells such as invisibility, power word, mirror image, etc., Alan figured out where these people came from in just 10 minutes.

And the reason for Percy's recent indifference to him is basically known.

These few people have the same ancestor as him—Tarn, the god of tyranny, politics and killing.

In other words, they are all descendants of divine blood.

Although after 1000 years, the bloodline has become much thinner, but in the end it is still passed down.

So they were found by the subordinates of the Alinda sect before.

With Alan relying on the belief in the enemy to stimulate the revival of the blood, Alinda of course used the same method to make them believe in the Holy Light in despair to activate the blood.

And as their divine blood awakens more and more, Alan, the most powerful among them, can instinctively affect them.

For example, in the fierce night battle with Percy, because Alan's soul is too powerful, the consciousness emitted can often be felt in dreams by the lower-level divine blood awakener.

Because the sect searched for Tarn's descendants by mistake, Percy noticed a little clue.

So Percy asked the Samoyed Ameler with an inspired dog's nose to track down the matter, learned of the deeds of the sect, and rescued these descendants of the blood who were imprisoned in different places, and suddenly saw the "dream lover" Often excited, naturally let Percy know.

The thin-skinned Percy could only find an excuse to refuse Alan in order to prevent these descendants of the blood of the gods from passively watching a small movie featuring him at night.

This should be the reason why Alan guarded the vacant room for more than ten consecutive times.

Even Alan knew why Percy didn't want to tell him the whole thing.

Alan put down the boy's neck in his hands, and the fragile boy fell heavily on the ground and coughed violently. His face was bruised and purple, and he looked at the person in front of him in horror. Even though he was as graceful as water, his facial features were as graceful as an angel walking out of a church mural. .

Alan looked at the young man's fragile neck, which seemed to be broken with a pinch, and suppressed the urge to tear open the soft blood vessels under the delicate skin and feast on it.

Yes, the descendants of the same divine blood are extremely useful for replenishing the godhead and divinity in one's body.

If he eats up all the descendants of divine blood, and can defeat Tarn, who is gradually merged and revived in the process of eating, he can become the new god of tyranny, politics and killing.

This boy looks delicious, the bones must be very brittle and chewy...

Countless thoughts invaded his mind, and Alan just looked at the boy in front of him indifferently.

"You want to kill me..." the boy whispered.

"I kind of think about it," Alan nodded, but he knew that it was Tarn's will that was affecting him, not to mention whether Percy would have any objections if he did this, just thinking about cannibalism's own bottom line would not be enough. Ruined.

Even if the body is not human, it is better to retain humanity.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "What's your name?"

"Nick," the boy whispered.

"We'll see you again." Alan looked at the face somewhat similar to his own, turned and walked into the portal.

Logically speaking, he should kill these descendants of divine blood first, to prevent them from growing up and becoming prey.

You must know that most bosses die from nonsense and not killing the grass.

But looking at the face that was about the size of a junior high school student, I still couldn't do anything.

In fact, the question now is not whether to kill them or not.

It's about which path to choose.

Whether to continue to practice arcane arts, or to become a god.

In fact, the two paths do not conflict, and there are many gods with more than 30-level mage professions.

But after all, he has divine blood, and if he doesn't leave this bloodline, sooner or later he will have to confront the slowly recovering Tarn head-on.

Whoever loses loses everything.

If you give up the bloodline, most of the previous efforts on arcane magic will have to be repeated, because all the spell structures are built in a stable meditation space. Losing the bloodline brings spiritual power, and the meditation space will definitely be greatly affected. It is not impossible to collapse possible.

That way you can't even be a mage.

So, to give up or not to give up?

……

On the other side, the boy who saw the enemy gone was relieved.

The young man in the robe was not much older than him, but the pressure he brought was incomparable even to the most powerful bone dragon in the forbidden area before.

It doesn't look safe here either.

Find a way to escape.

But how can it be done?

"Are you bothered?" a hoarse voice said suddenly.

Startled, the young man looked left and right, but saw nothing.

"Don't look, I'm in your mind."

"What kind of devil are you, get out of my mind quickly." The boy forced himself to calm down.

"What are you leaving? It wasn't me who helped you just now. With your level of sobriety, that big demon would have eaten you long ago."

"You can't lie to me, Holy Light, Holy Light will protect me..." The boy instinctively began to pray.

"Don't read that disgusting thing, I'm really fed up with you grandchildren, why is there no one who can be normal?"

"grandson?"

"Of course, if it wasn't for my blood, would you be so powerful? Think about the knights and servants you envied before, do you think you can beat them now?"

"...It should be possible." As a small farmer, Nick admitted that he had envied those apprentice knights who could go to the academy to study since he was a child. Unfortunately, the cost of knights was too high. Just a set of armor would cost his family five years. With the income of not eating or drinking, he also secretly learned a little training swordsmanship while selling horse grass, but he sprained his hand when using it, and spent a lot of money to heal it with magical magic.

"If it wasn't for your special blood, why do you think that you, who have no talent, can deal with ten apprentices in just one year?"

"...It seems to be the same."

"So as long as you listen to me, I can make you stronger than that kid just now."

"However, my father said that there is no free bread in this world, and I will not give you my soul." The boy said firmly.

"Idiot, I want your soul to be useful! I just need enough materials to save myself. Is your soul very precious? There are plenty in the abyss of purgatory. Your soul, which can only be used as an inferior soul stone, is not even dropped on the ground." Someone picked it up."

"Anyway, I won't listen to the devil."

"It's really troublesome, I have a set of high-level swordsmanship here..."

"I heard the master knight in the city say that foundation is the most important thing. Advanced swordsmanship without foundation can only be reduced to performance. Don't try to lie to me."

"Fuck, what foundation do you need for your current physique? It's a waste of time. If my descendants need to learn a little bit, what's the difference between them and ordinary people? The devil just now, he is only four years older than you, is already a legend By the time of basic training, he should still be stabbing people with a wooden spear."

"Is that so?" Nick actually wanted to see it a little bit, "Don't lie to me."

"But it's not safe to learn swords here, we should change places."

"But we can't go out, there are many soldiers outside." The boy hesitated.

"This is too simple. I will teach you stealth first, and then shadow step. After learning this, you can easily escape."

"This seems to be a thief's skill..." Contrary to his own beliefs, the boy refused, "I want to be a knight."

"Being your sister's knight...don't be angry, I'm just talking. In this way, I also have a set of shadow swords, which were calculated by the North back then. It integrates stealth and assassination. Knights can still learn it. Would you like to see it? look……"

"... Bei? How do you know His Excellency Bei's swordsmanship?"

"Back then...cough, I knew him, did you learn or not?"

"Is it really His Excellency Bei's?" The boy's eyes sparkled.

"Forget it if you don't study."

"Wait a minute..."

……

after one day

"I've already learned these three sword moves, what about the rest?" the boy asked excitedly, gesturing with the removed stool legs.

"How do I know, I only saw the front one." The later ones were killed if they didn't see them.The owner of the voice thought bitterly.

"Think again."

"If you say you don't know, you don't know. Let's go out first."

"You won't go out unless you teach me." The boy said firmly.

"Why are you more troublesome than that demon!" The voice was crazy.

"If you don't teach me what to do if you go out, I can't trust you."

"...In this way, let's change, I will know other sword skills."

"I want His Majesty Bei's!" As a brain-dead mifen, the boy rejected things that were not idols.

"Fake! That's enough, he's not dead, why can't I get rid of him." The owner of the voice struggled for a while, and finally compromised, "I know some more, but if you want to see others, you have to pay .”

"Okay, you teach me first!"

"Let's leave here first, that big demon may change his mind at any time."

"No."

"I swear it's okay?"

"Then... swear to Styx?"

"You are a serf, how could you talk about Styx casually, and how do you know about Styx???"

"You don't want to? You really are lying to me!" The boy sat firmly on the bed.

"...Okay, I swear, but you also have to promise me one thing." Almost drunk, the owner of the voice had no choice but to agree.

"What?" the boy asked warily.

"Defeat that big demon just now." The hoarse voice said with a trace of resentment.

"Okay! I promise you." The teenager who was bullied by Alan felt that this could be a goal.

"By the way, what's your full name?"

"Nick Heragalan, what about you?"

"Call me Tarn."